It took me all last week to recover from our 17 road trip, but what a time we had! Suffice to say the south eastern corner of the continent has been investigated and also, yes, the dirt in the desert around Broken Hill is orange - just like in all the pictures!
The great ocean road lived up to its name and there was plenty of swell the day we drove to Apollo Bay (I have some photos somewhere...they are on new video camera which has not yet made it to the computer...) There were clean, unoccupied right handers all the way along the coast but dang it, I had opted for children rather than board (@#$%!!?). Never mind, it was rather chilly anyway (it was bloody freezing!)
Its a long way to go but the southern coast featuring the 12 (7!) Apostles is awesome! Spectacular to see the real thing. This big, bold country certainly has some unique features. Go see them before they wash away.
We also saw the famous Bells Beach in all its wind blown, freezing glory. No one surfing, but despite the wind the waves had good shape and plenty of size. Such a vast and treacherous piece of ocean - I can see why it's considered the ultimate in surfing trophies.
The kids didn't really appreciate all the getting-in-and-getting-out of the car (don't know why) but I managed to wrangle a smile out of Middle Child for the photo of us in front of what once was London Bridge. Remember that back in the nineties? The connecting sandstone "bridge" fell down and left tourists stranded on the newly formed island?
Anyway, back in the real world the washing still piles up, the bathroom still gets dirty and children still have an unreasonable desire to be fed. But the verdict is that we live in a damn good part of the world where a couple of surfing gals can get out in the water on a Thursday morn and have all the waves to themselves.
Feels good.
SM
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